Moodling in the circles of life….

This weekend, after two years ‘away’, my tools, personal treasures and creative bits and bobs circle their way back to land in my ‘happy bubble’ home.

I have promised to gift myself time to sift, sort and feel my way with each piece. The old loo at the end of my little hallway is not used and makes a grand storehouse. On deciding what to keep and what to let go of, maybe some new creative sparks will emerge, maybe they won’t. It is what it is in this moment.

There is an ease of acceptance that there is no workshop space to create in, yet there is floor space here that I can use. I am weaving with the wisdom that to let go of old hopes, dreams, ideas and accumulated stuff will create some much needed space for the new to say ‘Hello, what about trying this?’

In the sifting and sorting there may well be sparks of joy from new creativity and hopeful possibilities. That’s the kind of joy that burns away pain, letting the past settle and sending a message into the future on what might be.

Hope and expectations – two completely different things….

Anais Nin said ‘My ideas usually come not at my desk writing but in the midst of living’ and my following thoughts came from a recent conversation with a close friend.

Hope is the…

voice in your heart that speaks your dearest wishes
belief that all is as it is meant to be right now
heartfelt call to find blessings in any situation
gift to seek the best in everyone.

Expectations are…

trying to change the outcome
non-acceptance of what will be
moulding life not flowing with it.

Hope is living with love threaded through all our actions and expectations are the stones that weigh down dreams and prolong situations that really are events that belong in the past.

Hopes, dreams and wishes that your heart sings to you…….

Every day we get the chance to start anew,
I have my dreams and I am sure you do too.

A song that is sung straight from your heart,
The spark in your daily round that marks a start.

Hold your dreams as you would a feather in your hand,
And when life exerts it’s usual pressure make a stand.

Breathe life into your hopes, work hard and apply some grit,
To make your imaginary life come real bit by little bit.

When you sit in that rocking chair at the end of your days,
Let your tales be full of life, adventure and painted a joyful glaze.